We would if we only knew

what we desire to be true

While I imagine my life before

I wonder about just wanting more

The island I stand upon is firm

hasn’t ever let me wander my term.

What would we know if tomorrow

we were asked to benevolence show.

I once stood inside a naked room

with fear of knowing I was the broom

If God spoke to me today this way

what reason would He have anyway.

I listen to the Moody Blues for solace

everyday ahead of me remains a guess.

If I might cry to shield the pain of now

perhaps one might come show me how